Chapter 47 The show will definitely be a hit! …(2)

The child grumbled.

Rong Yue entered the entertainment industry for fun. She took the time to lose weight before joining the crew, but she ate as much as she could on weekdays.

During this period, she did not receive any roles, and she became slightly overweight at home. She originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to record the variety show to lose weight, but she did not expect her appetite to be so big that she felt uncomfortable when she was hungry. Now she was so hungry that her chest was sticking to her back, and she even spoke in a sluggish voice.

"Don't look at them." Rong Yue said, "Our lunch boxes will be here soon!"

The brother and sister were so hungry that they were exhausted. Finally, they waited for the delivery boy to deliver the lunch boxes.

The two of them took the lunch boxes and walked to the dining table.

Zhang Rumeng moved to the side of Mo Sui and made room for them.

Rong Yue opened the lid of the lunch box.

The lunch box cost twelve yuan, but only had two meat dishes and one vegetable dish.

Rong Bo went to get four bowls and divided the rice and vegetables into four equal portions.

In the end, the brother and sister were silent.

Not to mention filling their stomachs, it wasn't even enough to fill their teeth.

Rong Bo didn't take chopsticks, but directly used a spoon to scoop up a cauliflower.

He originally wanted to pair it with rice, but the rice was only enough for one mouthful, and as soon as she stuffed it into her mouth, she swallowed it without paying attention, and ate it in vain.

Rong Yue picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a small grain of rice, and carefully put it into her mouth.

She took a bite, and her teeth almost didn't find the grain of rice, but she still pretended to be indifferent and glanced at Mo Sui.

Mo Sui looked at this inexplicable person, and suddenly felt that his meal was more fragrant.

"Xiao Yue, you will get hungrier the more you eat like this." After a long time, Rong Bo couldn't help reminding her.

Rong Yue said unhappily: "You feel sorry for me, why didn't you give me one more grain just now?"

Rong Bo was choked by her words.

Hearing this, An An picked up a small grain of rice with a child's chopstick: "I'll give you one."

Rong Yue's mouth twitched and her face turned black.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, An An put her small grain of rice back into the bowl, scooped a big mouthful with a spoon, and stuffed her mouth full.

"Is it delicious?" Zhang Rumeng asked.

"It's delicious!" An An touched her little belly, "So full."

Rong Yue finished eating and stood up to wash the dishes.

She walked very slowly with every step. She

had to walk slowly, otherwise the few grains of rice in her stomach would be digested quickly.

...

On the first day of the program group, An An was not hungry.

Forty yuan is not a lot, but it is not a small amount either. Gu Yicheng arranged two meals for them. Each dish is different and nutritious.

But tomorrow morning, Zhang Rumeng's husband will join the program team. It will be inappropriate for the two families to spend time together. After all,

there are three people in their family. Three mouths to feed. An An alone must be well fed and every meal cannot be complete.

After dinner, Mo Sui took An An to the kitchen to make steamed buns.

She didn't think too much about it when she bought the flour, but now she was in trouble standing in front of the center island.

Without a mobile phone, she couldn't even check the recipe. Mo Sui didn't know how to make steamed buns.

Xiao Binggan was very enthusiastic and pulled her mother over: "An An, my mother can make steamed buns!"

Du Qianyi didn't want to help.

She heard that Mo Sui's reputation had completely collapsed, and countless fans had left. The movie "Twin Cities" alone might be affected by Mo Sui and could not be released as scheduled.

In this case, why should she give Mo Sui this face?

Du Qianyi said to her daughter: "It's late, our family has to go to bed."

[To be honest, Du Qianyi's behavior is really not kind. ]

[We are all from the same program team, what's wrong with helping? ]

[Mo Sui didn't ask Xiao Binggan's mother to make all the steamed buns, she just taught her how to make them, and she doesn't even want to say that? 】

【I have seen the behind-the-scenes footage of "Twin Cities", and Du Qianyi's expression in the footage was not like this. At that time, she pulled her daughter to greet Mo Sui, smiling like a flower, and fawning on him! 】

【Although I am a little disappointed with Mo Sui, I suddenly want her to turn over and give the faces of those who flatter the powerful and look down on the weak a slap in the face! 】

Du Qianyi took the biscuits back to the room.

Mo Sui and An An were at a loss as to what to do with the flour.

This is the breakfast for little Tuanzi tomorrow. If it can't be finished, I don't know what to let her eat tomorrow.

Just when the mother and daughter didn't know what to do, Gu Yicheng came down from the upstairs.

It is already the beginning of November, and the temperature is gradually getting cooler.

Gu Yicheng had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still wet. He wiped his hair casually with a towel and walked over: "No wonder I didn't see you in the room, it turns out you are here."

"Dad, we don't know how to make steamed buns." An An looked up, "Can you?"

"Didn't you say we were going to make steamed buns? How did it become steamed buns?" Gu Yicheng asked.

Mo Sui: "Where's the filling for the buns?"

Gu Yicheng: ...

There really isn't any.

He rolled up the sleeves of his dark gray sweater: "Let me try."

"Can you?" Mo Sui said in surprise.

"I made hand-rolled noodles for An An." He said.

"Wow! Dad is awesome!" An An said happily.

Next, the little dumpling stood on tiptoe next to his father and watched him knead the flour.

She was eager to try, and asked her father to give her a small piece of dough like he did last time when making hand-rolled noodles.

"It won't be wasted!" An An said loudly.

Gu Yicheng smiled and gave her a piece of dough.

The father and daughter began to knead the dough seriously, like a chef in the back kitchen, kneading it enthusiastically.

"Dad, is it useful to knead it like this? Will it really become a steamed bun?" An An asked.

"Probably." Gu Yicheng lowered his eyes and said to An An with a smile, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a hand taking away the towel on his shoulders.

Mo Sui stood on tiptoe and wiped his hair casually.

Gu Yicheng was stunned at first, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"The towel is inconvenient, take it away after it is dry." Mo Sui said.

The smile in Gu Yicheng's eyes deepened, and he whispered something in An An's ear.

"What did he say?" Mo Sui raised his eyebrows.

Little Dumpling was like a repeater, repeating his father's words: "Dad said that Mom feels sorry for him and is afraid that he will catch a cold! Also, Dad said Mom is so gentle!"

Gu Yicheng turned to look at her with a shameless and smug smile.

Mo Sui: …

She narrowed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, held a towel in both hands, wrapped his head, and wiped it hard.

Her operation was so fast and fierce that the audience in the live broadcast room were stunned.

An An blinked and was also stunned.

Mom is so amazing, it's like a magic trick, she wiped Dad's short, hedgehog-like hair dry!

"Is it gentle now?" she asked.

[Mr. Gu: Not gentle, not gentle anymore. ]

[Is it acting? Why does it look like flirting! ]

[Oh no, I bumped into it again. ]

It was late, and the guests had already returned to their rooms to rest.

In the kitchen, the warm yellow light was still on, and the family of three was busy.

I don't know how long it took before Gu Yicheng put a basket of steamed buns into the steamer.

Mo Sui took the little girl to take a bath. After she put the child back in the crib, she came back and asked, "How is it?"

Gu Yicheng smiled awkwardly, "The dough is not well-fermented, it's a bit hard."

[It's so funny, I worked for two hours in vain? ]

[Let me see how bad it is! ]

[Wait a minute, why are you back to the room! Is today's live broadcast about to end? ]

...

Even though An An's family's live broadcast room has the most nitpickers and the most administrators ban them, the popularity has not decreased at all.

An An was sleepy, lying on her comfortable crib, rubbing her eyes: "Dad, will An An fall down?"

"No, this bed has guardrails, it's very safe." Gu Yicheng stood by her bed and read a story to the child in a gentle voice.

Little Dumpling stretched and fell asleep peacefully.

[Let me see where their simple bed is.]

[The plastic couple has to sleep in separate beds again.]

Gu Yicheng tucked in An An's quilt and said good night to the little one who was sleeping.

When he turned around, he glanced at Mo Sui.

Mo Sui was already sitting in the quilt to rest, with her long hair gently spread out. She lowered her head to read a magazine, her hair covering her eyebrows.

Gu Yicheng suddenly felt a little nervous.

An An agreed to let him sleep in the big bed, so nothing should go wrong today, right?

He took off his sweater and glanced at her guiltily.

This glance happened to meet Mo Sui's eyes, whose expression was equally unnatural.

She held the magazine and looked at him quietly. She found that her sight was caught, and the corners of her mouth stiffened.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

The live broadcast room was getting hotter and hotter.

Although there were only three minutes left, everyone was reluctant to leave.

"Wait a minute." Mo Sui said.

[Hungry? Hungry? ]

[Hurry up, what are you going to do! ]

[I am a fan of the actress. I haven't dared to speak for her for a long time. Now I'm willing to give it up... Sister, let me eat sugar. ]

[If you are hungry, kiss. A kiss will make you not hungry! ]

[What is the actress asking Mr. Gu to wait for? Hurry up and release it. It will be nine o'clock soon! ]

Half a minute later, the audience got the answer.

On the screen, the couple sat together in the quilt.

Gu Yicheng held a steamed bun that was as hard as a pot lid in his hand and took a big bite.

The dough was really not well-fermented. When I took a bite, it was so hard that crumbs fell off the bed.

Mo Sui sat aside and shook the quilt to shake off the steamed bread crumbs.

Gu Yicheng quickly poked his head and looked in the direction of An An.

Fortunately, An An was asleep. He usually taught his children not to eat in bed.

He had to be a good role model.

At nine o'clock, the live broadcast room was closed on time.

[Ahhh, I haven't finished watching it yet. ]

[What happens after eating the steamed bread? Do the fake couple still sleep in separate beds? ]

[I am looking forward to the show tomorrow morning. ]

[Zhang Rumeng's husband will be here tomorrow. By then, An An's family will really only be able to live on 20 yuan a day. It's very challenging.]

That night, Mo Sui's Weibo began to slowly increase in followers.

And the couple's CP fans' sugar-eating accounts resumed updating.

There are a small number of loyal fans who believe that the so-called giving birth to a child for a big sponsor is just a rumor.